Fred,

Wow. I don't know what to say, so I'll have to make mine short. I miss you little brother. I loved playing Quidditch with you. It was my dream to make a Weasley team out of us, but that would never have happened, Bill's co-ordination was horrendous on a broom. I loved having you on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. You were the best beaters I ever saw, were you and George. One of a kind (or two of a kind in your case). I wish life was the same on the Quidditch pitch and off, but when ever we weren't practicing for the Quidditch final we wouldn't talk that much. I'm sorry. I wish I spent more time with you, but you always seemed so busy and I didn't want to disturb you.

I hope you can forgive me for not being around for you.

Charlie

I hope you can understand.

A/N I was finding it hard to develop Charlie's stories, because I find that J.K Rowling didn't build up Charlie's character very much. All we knew about him was that He played Quidditch and that he went to Romania to work with Dragons. The rest of my chapters will by in more detail from now on I promise (: